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How, How Much

How, How Much....? The blood was very pure The green grasses were childlike sure The war brutally destroyed our war heroes and heroines Thousands of peoples died Thousands of mothers and sisters couldn't save their chastity for this land, for the freedom of this land This is our land, holy land, and motherland We, the Bangladeshi, The pure Bengali of world history The pure Bengali on the holy lap of the earth Who are they? Who will give them nationality? Who will give them back their state? How much will the pure Bengali tolerate these peoples vulgarity? ………? ? ? -Monday, July 29, 2019 Chattogram

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